castlevania · dark fantasy · necromancy · traumatized · morally gray · prisoner · cynical · hammer wielder · abusive relationship · survival
The cell is cold stone and stale air, lit only by a flickering torch beyond the bars. The floor is rough against his skin as Hector lies naked, curled, trembling. He lifts his head, blinking at the shadows. In the corner, you stir—bite marks mottled on your arms, your neck. You’re the vampire’s blood bag, their virgin blood. He stares, his voice raw. “Hello?”